Dying cowboy

Collected by
Mary Celestia Parler;
Transcribed by
Neil Byer
Mrs. Christine Harvey
Fayetteville, Ark.
June, 1954
Reel 199, Item 6
The Dying Cowboy
As I walked out the streets of Lawredda,
As I walked out in Lawredda one day,
I spied a young cowboy wrapped in white linen,
Wrapped in white linen and cold as the clay.
He said, It's once in the saddle I used to go dashing,
It's once in the saddle I used to ride gay,
I first fell to drinking and then to card-playing,
Got shot in the chest and I'm dying today.
Go beat the drums slowly and play the fife lowly,
And sound the dead march as they carry me on,
Go take me to the graveyard and throw the sod o'er me,
For I'm a dying cowboy and I know I've done wrong.
Get sixteen brave cowboys to carry my casket,
Get sixteen brave cowboys to sing me a song,
Go and take me to the graveyard and throw the sod o'er me,
For I'm a dying cowboy and I know I've done wrong.

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Collected by
Mary Celestia Parler;
Transcribed by
Neil Byer
Mrs. Christine Harvey
Fayetteville, Ark.
June, 1954
Reel 199, Item 6
The Dying Cowboy
As I walked out the streets of Lawredda,
As I walked out in Lawredda one day,
I spied a young cowboy wrapped in white linen,
Wrapped in white linen and cold as the clay.
He said, It's once in the saddle I used to go dashing,
It's once in the saddle I used to ride gay,
I first fell to drinking and then to card-playing,
Got shot in the chest and I'm dying today.
Go beat the drums slowly and play the fife lowly,
And sound the dead march as they carry me on,
Go take me to the graveyard and throw the sod o'er me,
For I'm a dying cowboy and I know I've done wrong.
Get sixteen brave cowboys to carry my casket,
Get sixteen brave cowboys to sing me a song,
Go and take me to the graveyard and throw the sod o'er me,
For I'm a dying cowboy and I know I've done wrong.